Tears continue to run down my face after watching the PBS Frontline episode “Faith and Doubt at Ground Zero.” I sobbed off and on during the entire two-hour program. I didn’t have time to mourn during the aftermath of that dreadful day. I was too busy working. I had responsibility to support first responders, people directly affected by the disaster, and the families of victims. I didn’t have time to grieve or feel.
I wasn’t numb but I had to tamp down my emotions. It was the only way to survive the experience and still function. I now know that this non-reactive state can lead to PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). That is probably why so many first responders and members of the military develop mental health issues. If you don’t deal with the emotion soon after the event/disaster, it will morph into something worse and cause problems.
As a disaster worker, I felt responsible for helping others. I put their needs ahead of my own. Was that wrong? No and yes. No because I knew that I was actually helping. Yes because it caused unintended personal consequences. Vulcans aren’t as vulnerable as humans so I began to revert to emulating Mr. Spock. I had a very difficult time for several years. I sought out counseling in 2003 and it really helped me deal with the delayed emotions.
The program dealt with people's approach to faith after 9-11. I’d like to address the questions posed:
1. Where was God on Sept. 11?
First, you have to believe in a “higher being” of whatever name(s). I don’t know if I believe in a Creator(s). If there is a Source(s), it doesn’t have a gender and may not be singular. Second, if it does exist why would it give humans the capacity to destroy each other? Why create a being that is so self-destructive? I don’t see the logic...
2. What is the nature of evil?
What is the nature of good? If “Evil” is a noun and outside of humans, then so must “Good.” Forces of Good must be equal to the Forces of Evil and we are mere pawns in their game of chess. Not so! Each person is responsible for his or her own choices. We make choices every day to do good or to do evil. No outside Force compels us.
3. Is religion itself to blame, or is it our last refuge?
Religion is to blame only when it is used as a weapon. As one of the program’s spiritual leaders said, we all have blood on our hands; all religions have been manipulated as a reason to harm others. In this instance, Islam was contorted but you cannot blame all Muslims for the actions of a few zealots. You must make certain that your religion is not used to harm others. You have a responsibility to not permit extremists of your faith to use violence.
4. What faith can be salvaged from Ground Zero?
I don’t know. I have been questioning organized religion since I was a child. I know that something exists beyond this mortal coil but exactly what, I don’t know. Each person has to decide for himself or herself how their faith (or non faith) reacts to this horrific day. I’m still working on my answer.
www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/faith/
Probably one of the best Frontline programs ever produced. I hope they do a follow up program and re-interview the participants (add in more women and people of diversity, too).
Still doubting faith.
© 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
THAT DREADFUL DAY
A beautiful sunny crisp fall morning morphed into a deeply dreadful day. It began innocuously enough as I listened to my favorite Minnesota Public Radio program The Morning Show (Dale Connelly & Jim Ed Poole) while I traveled to a meeting on a college campus. I parked the car and walked in a happy mood to the building. As I entered the office, the receptionist said to me, “A plane hit the World Trade Center in New York City.” I asked if it was an accident or on purpose. She looked confused and stated, “No one would do that on purpose.” I frowned, shook my head, and asked to see a television. She and another person dragged a TV out of the boss’s office and turned it on. A group gathered around it. I had a sinking feeling of dread and asked them to keep me updated. 9/11 had begun.
I served as an officer on a professional organization’s Board of Directors. The Executive Officer meeting started and I told them that I might have to leave early because of what was occurring in New York City. A fellow officer said, “It won’t affect us.” I stared at her and said, “We don’t know that, at least people from Minnesota live there and many people have friends and family in the area.” Instinctively I knew that it would be horrible, but I could not fathom to what ghastly degree. When the receptionist came in to say that the second tower and Pentagon had been hit everyone looked stunned. I excused myself. I quickly walked by the TV with live shots of New York City and Washington, D.C. surrounded by sobbing office workers. I could not stop or I would have melted on the spot.
My poor twelve-year-old Toyota Tercel rattled as I zoomed at over 70 miles per hour westward on I-94. I didn’t worry about the Minnesota State Troopers, a speeding car was not important at that moment. No radio on because it would have been a distraction to me. The interstate was mostly empty and I feared the worst when I observed cars stopped along the shoulder with the drivers and passengers weeping. My journey was just starting.
I arrived to a flurry of activity at the American Red Cross building near downtown Minneapolis. The Red Cross’ Emergency Operations Center was being set up (it serves as a classroom and regular meeting room when not activated as an EOC). Our phone line was overwhelmed by calls (they have fixed this technical glitch). Many offices in the Twin Cities were closing for the day because they feared another attack. The WTC Twin Towers had fallen during my speedy journey and countrywide panic started to rise.
Immediately I walked to the EOC and spoke with Bill who worked in Disaster Services. He said that a plane had crashed in Pennsylvania and I experienced a mild panic attack. Bill is an extraordinary person, he lead me to a quiet place and helped me breathe. I calmed down and he made sure that I was able to function. He went back to his work. When a disaster occurs you fall back onto your training. My boss and co-worker were out of the office so I was on my own. I knew what to do after I stopped panicking. I had to focus on my job. I could neither concentrate on the profoundly horrible events that had occurred nor speculate about what might happen next. No one knew if more planes had been highjacked and that caused uncertainty and fear. Our office received a call from the airport that they were bringing in flights with hundreds of passengers. We sent supplies to the airport.
We activated our trained Red Cross volunteer corps to come in to the EOC. We needed assistance with calls and people walking into the office. They wanted to do something, anything to help. It was a very busy time. I didn’t have a cell phone but my parents did call me at the office that afternoon. It was good to hear their voices. Gasps and a hand placed over the mouth is something odd I remember about that day. I observed many people covering their mouth as they realized the extent of the damage. It is the first flash of emotional shock. Later on I learned that it is a method to reduce vulnerability. If a predator realizes that you are in shock, it will pounce. Covering your mouth is a way to hide the shock. I think that almost everyone covered his or her mouth at one point during the day. However, the predators had already struck.
The remainder of September 1st, 2001 is a blur. I don’t remember what time I traveled to my apartment. It was after dusk. There were candles on the bridge decks. I didn’t know why they were there but it was touching to see. I had neither been watching television nor listening to the radio because I was too busy. Someone brought in food so I must have eaten but that is rather foggy.
I arrived home, took a shower and started watching the news. It was too late to call back the dozen people who had left me messages. The televised images were disturbing and I knew that the death toll would be horrendous. I fell asleep on the couch and awoke to a roar. A loud airplane whooshed over my apartment building and shook the windows. I ran over and saw the yellow-orange afterglow of a jet-propulsion burner. I knew that it was a military aircraft but why was it flying over the Twin Cities metro area when all airplanes were grounded? Was it another attack? I freaked out and called a friend who I knew was awake (she never goes to bed before 1am). She told me that the military was flying around for protection. That was good, but they were too damn low. Exhaustion caused me to sleep but I was up by dawn to return to work.
What a dreadful day.
© 2011
I served as an officer on a professional organization’s Board of Directors. The Executive Officer meeting started and I told them that I might have to leave early because of what was occurring in New York City. A fellow officer said, “It won’t affect us.” I stared at her and said, “We don’t know that, at least people from Minnesota live there and many people have friends and family in the area.” Instinctively I knew that it would be horrible, but I could not fathom to what ghastly degree. When the receptionist came in to say that the second tower and Pentagon had been hit everyone looked stunned. I excused myself. I quickly walked by the TV with live shots of New York City and Washington, D.C. surrounded by sobbing office workers. I could not stop or I would have melted on the spot.
My poor twelve-year-old Toyota Tercel rattled as I zoomed at over 70 miles per hour westward on I-94. I didn’t worry about the Minnesota State Troopers, a speeding car was not important at that moment. No radio on because it would have been a distraction to me. The interstate was mostly empty and I feared the worst when I observed cars stopped along the shoulder with the drivers and passengers weeping. My journey was just starting.
I arrived to a flurry of activity at the American Red Cross building near downtown Minneapolis. The Red Cross’ Emergency Operations Center was being set up (it serves as a classroom and regular meeting room when not activated as an EOC). Our phone line was overwhelmed by calls (they have fixed this technical glitch). Many offices in the Twin Cities were closing for the day because they feared another attack. The WTC Twin Towers had fallen during my speedy journey and countrywide panic started to rise.
Immediately I walked to the EOC and spoke with Bill who worked in Disaster Services. He said that a plane had crashed in Pennsylvania and I experienced a mild panic attack. Bill is an extraordinary person, he lead me to a quiet place and helped me breathe. I calmed down and he made sure that I was able to function. He went back to his work. When a disaster occurs you fall back onto your training. My boss and co-worker were out of the office so I was on my own. I knew what to do after I stopped panicking. I had to focus on my job. I could neither concentrate on the profoundly horrible events that had occurred nor speculate about what might happen next. No one knew if more planes had been highjacked and that caused uncertainty and fear. Our office received a call from the airport that they were bringing in flights with hundreds of passengers. We sent supplies to the airport.
We activated our trained Red Cross volunteer corps to come in to the EOC. We needed assistance with calls and people walking into the office. They wanted to do something, anything to help. It was a very busy time. I didn’t have a cell phone but my parents did call me at the office that afternoon. It was good to hear their voices. Gasps and a hand placed over the mouth is something odd I remember about that day. I observed many people covering their mouth as they realized the extent of the damage. It is the first flash of emotional shock. Later on I learned that it is a method to reduce vulnerability. If a predator realizes that you are in shock, it will pounce. Covering your mouth is a way to hide the shock. I think that almost everyone covered his or her mouth at one point during the day. However, the predators had already struck.
The remainder of September 1st, 2001 is a blur. I don’t remember what time I traveled to my apartment. It was after dusk. There were candles on the bridge decks. I didn’t know why they were there but it was touching to see. I had neither been watching television nor listening to the radio because I was too busy. Someone brought in food so I must have eaten but that is rather foggy.
I arrived home, took a shower and started watching the news. It was too late to call back the dozen people who had left me messages. The televised images were disturbing and I knew that the death toll would be horrendous. I fell asleep on the couch and awoke to a roar. A loud airplane whooshed over my apartment building and shook the windows. I ran over and saw the yellow-orange afterglow of a jet-propulsion burner. I knew that it was a military aircraft but why was it flying over the Twin Cities metro area when all airplanes were grounded? Was it another attack? I freaked out and called a friend who I knew was awake (she never goes to bed before 1am). She told me that the military was flying around for protection. That was good, but they were too damn low. Exhaustion caused me to sleep but I was up by dawn to return to work.
What a dreadful day.
© 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
FAIR WITH FLAIR
Steaming mouthfuls of dough topped with sweet sugar and cinnamon describe Tom Thumb Mini Donuts. Dissolving in your mouth as each donut slightly scorches your fingertips. Yummy but expensive. I miss the sugary quarters you would get in return when the price was not rounded off to the dollar. Great way to start the day at the Minnesota State Fair.
Returned to volunteer on Thursday, September 1st. The thermometer rose and it became horribly hot. Sad that the animal barns have better ventilation than the exhibit buildings. People peeled off their clothing to expose flesh that ought to have remain covered in public. Not much breeze so I walked through a few buildings, and retreated to the coolest place on the grounds to cool off, Blue Flame Gas Association site. Decided to go home because it was over 95 degrees (heat index of 102) and I was miserable. Smells range from sweet flowers, sweaty people, suntan lotion, hairspray, perfume, heavy grease, and sour beer.
Avoiding eye contact and walking down the center of the aisle is the best way to avoid purchasing items at the fair. Don’t fall for their “state fair only deal” because you can probably locate the same or similar product elsewhere for cheaper and with a warranty. Its difficult to track down a traveling salesperson to replace what should not have broke.
Friday, September 2nd was much better. Final day for volunteering and the temperature was tolerable. Jack Brass Band played traditional funky New Orleans jazz and then steady humorous Country music from Junior Brown. The grounds were getting crowded. I hate loud cell phone talkers. Just move away and stop disrupting the performance! People like to sit at the end of benches to make a quick get away if the music doesn’t suit them.
Great artwork displayed at the Fine Arts Building and the Arts-n-Crafts Building. Watched the 4-H Arts-In Show, Impressively energetic after nine days of performing. Fun to see people walking around with splendidly absurd hats: pickle, crushed cigarette, pig ears, pheasant, fish, etc. Silly is good.
Salty crispy exterior yields to ooey gooey cheesy center. Hot cheese curds are a treat as long as they aren’t too greasy and the cheese is fresh. Mouth Trap Curds are yummy but there are several competitors throughout the fairgrounds. I wish that I could afford to try them all and had the capacity to eat more than five curds in one setting. Too much grease isn’t good for the gastro-intestinal tract these days.
Malty melty chocolate chip cookies are still warm from Sweet Martha’s Cookie Jar oven. Accompany the cookies with cold milk from the All You Can Drink Milk Stand and the gastronomic experience is complete. Bring a bag to hold the leftovers. So much sweetness in one cone, time to go home. Shove a stick in me, I’m done.
See ya at the fair next year.
© 2011
Returned to volunteer on Thursday, September 1st. The thermometer rose and it became horribly hot. Sad that the animal barns have better ventilation than the exhibit buildings. People peeled off their clothing to expose flesh that ought to have remain covered in public. Not much breeze so I walked through a few buildings, and retreated to the coolest place on the grounds to cool off, Blue Flame Gas Association site. Decided to go home because it was over 95 degrees (heat index of 102) and I was miserable. Smells range from sweet flowers, sweaty people, suntan lotion, hairspray, perfume, heavy grease, and sour beer.
Avoiding eye contact and walking down the center of the aisle is the best way to avoid purchasing items at the fair. Don’t fall for their “state fair only deal” because you can probably locate the same or similar product elsewhere for cheaper and with a warranty. Its difficult to track down a traveling salesperson to replace what should not have broke.
Friday, September 2nd was much better. Final day for volunteering and the temperature was tolerable. Jack Brass Band played traditional funky New Orleans jazz and then steady humorous Country music from Junior Brown. The grounds were getting crowded. I hate loud cell phone talkers. Just move away and stop disrupting the performance! People like to sit at the end of benches to make a quick get away if the music doesn’t suit them.
Great artwork displayed at the Fine Arts Building and the Arts-n-Crafts Building. Watched the 4-H Arts-In Show, Impressively energetic after nine days of performing. Fun to see people walking around with splendidly absurd hats: pickle, crushed cigarette, pig ears, pheasant, fish, etc. Silly is good.
Salty crispy exterior yields to ooey gooey cheesy center. Hot cheese curds are a treat as long as they aren’t too greasy and the cheese is fresh. Mouth Trap Curds are yummy but there are several competitors throughout the fairgrounds. I wish that I could afford to try them all and had the capacity to eat more than five curds in one setting. Too much grease isn’t good for the gastro-intestinal tract these days.
Malty melty chocolate chip cookies are still warm from Sweet Martha’s Cookie Jar oven. Accompany the cookies with cold milk from the All You Can Drink Milk Stand and the gastronomic experience is complete. Bring a bag to hold the leftovers. So much sweetness in one cone, time to go home. Shove a stick in me, I’m done.
See ya at the fair next year.
© 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
BLOG-ON-A-STICK
Everything on a stick is shtick at the Minnesota State Fair. The put-it-on-a-stick rage started in the 1980s when someone observed that a variety of foods were positioned on a short wooden stick to make it easier for people to consume several at one time. Since then more and more items have been shoved onto a stick. Pickles, cheese, pie, casserole, fried candy bars, breakfast balls, scotch eggs, and the list continues. Minnesotans tend to have oddly dry humor, probably developed during the cold months of winter.
Returned to the Minnesota State Fair on Tuesday, August 30th. Volunteered with a nonprofit. Arrived early since my shift began at 8:45am. Helped until 1pm. Much more pleasant experience than during the weekend. Fewer peole made the lines shorter. The weather was cloudy and cool with intermittent light precipitation. I am not sweet enough to melt in the rain and I forgot my jacket. Damply toured the Grandstand, Heritage Square and the Hippodrome. Nice to see lots of people celebrating the end of Ramadan at the fair.
Military Appreciation Day brought a lot of active duty, veterans and their family and friends to the fair. I currently have two cousins in the “sand-box,” a nephew-in-law who will be returning to that area soon, and another nephew who has recently come back from a hot spot. Lots of vets in my family, my dad served, and my uncle died in Vietnam. We can trace our military involvement to at least the Civil War. I visited the Lost Heroes Art Quilt in the lower level of the Grandstand. It made me cry. War is such a waste. www.lostheroesartquilt.org
The State Fair daily program guide should include a musical genre behind the names of performers. I have no idea what type of music the Fairlanes, Gallivanters or Big Tree Bonsai perform. Ten perky folks had a lot of fun with band tunes ala Brass Messengers. The smooth jazzy sound of the Barbary Coast Dixieland Show Band soothed my mood. Three year old Jacob stole the show of Chuck Thiel & The Jolly Rambler’s peppy polka. Sad to have missed Wally Pikal but I was volunteering while he concurrently played multiple instruments.
Interesting to sit, close your eyes and listen. I sat on a granite bench outside the Horticulture Building and simultaneously heard polka from the International Bazaar, acapella singing from the Bandshell, and faint rock-n-roll from a radio station. Laughter, chatter, kids screaming/crying, and cash registers clanging like a bell, as the cash drawer slams shut. No need to bring along music when a cacophony of sound is available at the fair.
Zen Garden would be a terrific addition to the Minnesota State Fair. Have a space that is soundproofed, cool in temperature, and lower light level. Relaxing harp music would play in the background as a light scent of flowers waifs through the air. People can sit on carpets, pillows or lounge on hammocks. Silence would be required. No talking, just resting. Pay for a half an hour to relax before returning to the pell-mell of the fair. Check your shoes at the door, and enter peace.
Mmm, sounds good to me.
© 2011
Returned to the Minnesota State Fair on Tuesday, August 30th. Volunteered with a nonprofit. Arrived early since my shift began at 8:45am. Helped until 1pm. Much more pleasant experience than during the weekend. Fewer peole made the lines shorter. The weather was cloudy and cool with intermittent light precipitation. I am not sweet enough to melt in the rain and I forgot my jacket. Damply toured the Grandstand, Heritage Square and the Hippodrome. Nice to see lots of people celebrating the end of Ramadan at the fair.
Military Appreciation Day brought a lot of active duty, veterans and their family and friends to the fair. I currently have two cousins in the “sand-box,” a nephew-in-law who will be returning to that area soon, and another nephew who has recently come back from a hot spot. Lots of vets in my family, my dad served, and my uncle died in Vietnam. We can trace our military involvement to at least the Civil War. I visited the Lost Heroes Art Quilt in the lower level of the Grandstand. It made me cry. War is such a waste. www.lostheroesartquilt.org
The State Fair daily program guide should include a musical genre behind the names of performers. I have no idea what type of music the Fairlanes, Gallivanters or Big Tree Bonsai perform. Ten perky folks had a lot of fun with band tunes ala Brass Messengers. The smooth jazzy sound of the Barbary Coast Dixieland Show Band soothed my mood. Three year old Jacob stole the show of Chuck Thiel & The Jolly Rambler’s peppy polka. Sad to have missed Wally Pikal but I was volunteering while he concurrently played multiple instruments.
Interesting to sit, close your eyes and listen. I sat on a granite bench outside the Horticulture Building and simultaneously heard polka from the International Bazaar, acapella singing from the Bandshell, and faint rock-n-roll from a radio station. Laughter, chatter, kids screaming/crying, and cash registers clanging like a bell, as the cash drawer slams shut. No need to bring along music when a cacophony of sound is available at the fair.
Zen Garden would be a terrific addition to the Minnesota State Fair. Have a space that is soundproofed, cool in temperature, and lower light level. Relaxing harp music would play in the background as a light scent of flowers waifs through the air. People can sit on carpets, pillows or lounge on hammocks. Silence would be required. No talking, just resting. Pay for a half an hour to relax before returning to the pell-mell of the fair. Check your shoes at the door, and enter peace.
Mmm, sounds good to me.
© 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
SUNDAY AT THE FAIR
Broke my “no weekend rule” and ventured to the Minnesota State Fair on Sunday, August 28th, 2011. Parked my auto for free in the back yard of friends and walked two blocks to a gate. Sidewalk to sidewalk sea of humanity. Met other friends whose kids were performing. Their teenaged daughter is accustomed to the stage and glowed. Her teeth are bright enough for a Dentyne commercial. First performance for their six year old son and he was giddy. He thought that everyone was applauding just for him. Oh, the energy of youth. They departed and I walked around.
International Bazaar market is a profound improvement from the old crumbly structure that was in that location for eons. Watched the Cheremosh Ukrainian Dance Ensemble, featuring the world’s first break-dance routine. Joyful kids in colorful costumes. Sensuality oozed from the Charanga Tropical musicians. Their group of 14 barely fit the stage. Myriad dancers moved to the Cuban-Latin beat. I wish that I had a dance partner! The Bazaar has second small performance space and it was wonderful that the Japanese dance troupe sought audience participation. Glad that the food options have expanded to include Halal, though no one can eat before sunset until Ramadan has concluded. I wonder if Kosher is available anywhere on the fairgrounds. Fruit stands available for vegetarians and vegans.
Sauntered over to the Epiphany Diner for a final meal. Sad that this is its last year at the fair. It is increasingly difficult to convince people to join anything these days or even sign up to volunteer. Consumed the roast beef sandwich. The beef was overcooked and dry but lots of flavor. Watched the parade pass by since it is impossible to move when the crowd bunches. Lots of people chugging down 5 Hour Energy Drink samples. I wouldn’t want to try it for the first time at the fair. Listened to Banjo Boys playing sprite Dixieland music in the Ramberg Senior Center. Mightily creative artwork is in the Center, I especially like the quilts.
Walked through the Food Building, overpriced for small portions. Wandered through the Merchandise Mart, surprised that people would purchase some of the items and carry them throughout the rest of their day. The Horticulture Building is a perennial highlight. Glad that seed art continues though Lillian Colter (extraordinary seed artist) has died. Fresh flowers make the building smell nice. The wine-growing branch was packed with people so it makes since that they will be moving into the old Epiphany Diner location next year.
People watching is always amusing. Some black clothed dude with six inch gold boots was clomping around with Alice Cooper eye stripes. He was in his 50s and it could not of been comfortable. Shocked that so many people let their kids go barefoot. Adults are responsible since kids may not be able to make the best judgment. The fair is a dangerous place and not clean. Why bring a kid who won't remember the experience?
Waited and waited for the Ricky Skaggs performance to begin in the Bandshell at 8:30pm. I really wish the evening performance would begin at 7 or 7:30pm. The spectacularly nice weather gave way to coolness as the sun set. He and his band give a good performance. He wasn’t feeling well and said that his sister was dying from cancer. Even though he is a professional, I’m certain that it affected his energy level. He seemed a lot spunkier the last time that I saw his show. The music was rather loud so I put in my earplugs.
Long walk back to the gate when the Skaggs show concluded at 9:45pm. If the performance had started earlier, the shuttle trolley could have taken me part of the journey. I was darn tootin’ tired by the time I got home. Took a shower and went to bed. Feeling a bit rough today. The fair is so loud that it is unnerving.
Visit #1 done for 2011.
© 2011
International Bazaar market is a profound improvement from the old crumbly structure that was in that location for eons. Watched the Cheremosh Ukrainian Dance Ensemble, featuring the world’s first break-dance routine. Joyful kids in colorful costumes. Sensuality oozed from the Charanga Tropical musicians. Their group of 14 barely fit the stage. Myriad dancers moved to the Cuban-Latin beat. I wish that I had a dance partner! The Bazaar has second small performance space and it was wonderful that the Japanese dance troupe sought audience participation. Glad that the food options have expanded to include Halal, though no one can eat before sunset until Ramadan has concluded. I wonder if Kosher is available anywhere on the fairgrounds. Fruit stands available for vegetarians and vegans.
Sauntered over to the Epiphany Diner for a final meal. Sad that this is its last year at the fair. It is increasingly difficult to convince people to join anything these days or even sign up to volunteer. Consumed the roast beef sandwich. The beef was overcooked and dry but lots of flavor. Watched the parade pass by since it is impossible to move when the crowd bunches. Lots of people chugging down 5 Hour Energy Drink samples. I wouldn’t want to try it for the first time at the fair. Listened to Banjo Boys playing sprite Dixieland music in the Ramberg Senior Center. Mightily creative artwork is in the Center, I especially like the quilts.
Walked through the Food Building, overpriced for small portions. Wandered through the Merchandise Mart, surprised that people would purchase some of the items and carry them throughout the rest of their day. The Horticulture Building is a perennial highlight. Glad that seed art continues though Lillian Colter (extraordinary seed artist) has died. Fresh flowers make the building smell nice. The wine-growing branch was packed with people so it makes since that they will be moving into the old Epiphany Diner location next year.
People watching is always amusing. Some black clothed dude with six inch gold boots was clomping around with Alice Cooper eye stripes. He was in his 50s and it could not of been comfortable. Shocked that so many people let their kids go barefoot. Adults are responsible since kids may not be able to make the best judgment. The fair is a dangerous place and not clean. Why bring a kid who won't remember the experience?
Waited and waited for the Ricky Skaggs performance to begin in the Bandshell at 8:30pm. I really wish the evening performance would begin at 7 or 7:30pm. The spectacularly nice weather gave way to coolness as the sun set. He and his band give a good performance. He wasn’t feeling well and said that his sister was dying from cancer. Even though he is a professional, I’m certain that it affected his energy level. He seemed a lot spunkier the last time that I saw his show. The music was rather loud so I put in my earplugs.
Long walk back to the gate when the Skaggs show concluded at 9:45pm. If the performance had started earlier, the shuttle trolley could have taken me part of the journey. I was darn tootin’ tired by the time I got home. Took a shower and went to bed. Feeling a bit rough today. The fair is so loud that it is unnerving.
Visit #1 done for 2011.
© 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
ART AROUND THE LAKE
Celebrating twenty years, the weather was glorious for the Powderhorn Art Fair. I perused the temporary inhabitants of white tents circling the lake on Saturday, August 6th. I knew enough to arrive about an hour before the fair began to secure a parking spot nearby. I brought along a book to read while I waited. www.powderhornartfair.org for information.
As always, I have a few ideas for possible improvement. Signage is needed from the main thoroughfares to Powderhorn Park located in the Phillips Neighborhood in south Minneapolis. I used to work a few blocks from the park and am familiar with the area. I noticed many people driving around looking confused. It would be nice to have a promotional item highlighting the simultaneous art fairs and the easiest method to travel between them with lots of bike racks. A free trolley service or something similar to the State Fair transportation system would be a real bonus. I’d love to be able to park one place and visit the locations easily. Otherwise, some people may get lost on the regular MTC bus routes. The Information Booth signs need to be larger and more obvious, they were not distinguishable to distribute the printed information guides, which were very nicely written.
Demonstrations in the Community Area of the fair were terrific. Christian & Michelle Davies wool spinning was nice to watch, too www.cmacres.com. Some nonprofit groups were involved in displaying the creations of their clients or cooperative group, which was wonderful. Surprised that Heart of the Beast Puppet Theatre or a May Day Parade group was not present, it would have added a nice performance element. I could not locate the “Tea House” to hear the entertainment. There were no signs or schedule posted. Great to have food vendors scattered throughout the grounds. Could use more wastepaper and recycling baskets. Perhaps partner with the Living Green Expo for a waste-free event and feature artists who practice waste-free processes. Fabulous to have free water available, I always bring my own aluminum water bottle to fill.
Several artists had unique creations, please visit these selected artist’s websites or give them a call. Let them know you saw them on this blog.
Best of Show:
* Tom Ashworth specializes in humorous black walnut characters from an alternate universe. The sculptures have a surprising mix of attachments ranging from medallions to pool balls. Awesomely creative, a WOW! Best of Show! 651-636-1060
Awards of Merit:
* Andrew Johnson makes quirky tableaus that look like small paintings until you notice that the various stitches appear like paint strokes. www.thestitchmaestro.com
* Linda Day’s clay makes you smile. Interesting interpretations of cups, teapots, clocks, and other objects with silly illustrations. www.lindadayclay.com
* Jackson Mwaura is a skilled soapstone sculptor. He makes the common human forms, funny animals and a profoundly cute painted hippo. www.jartsproducts.com
* Jeff & Darlene Dawald make fine art jewelry with personality. Gorgeous silver smithing, animals, and shapes with fun designs. Energy exudes from their metal. jdawald@charter.net
* Kevin Kluever has a soothing zen-like approach to landscapes. The light is warm and the scenes are charming. Breathe deep and relax… www.kevinwkluever.com
* Demetra Saloutos offers a wide selection. She welds funky vine trellis and bird watering bowls with a labyrinth. Free cat hair with purchase (good humor). 608-873-1842
* Daron W. Krueger takes magnificent photos. My favorite is a tree located at the summit of a low hill in farm-land (a few miles from his home in North Dakota). He chronicles the tree through the seasons and I adore it when the pale winter sky blends with the snow-covered land to erase the horizon line. Something I experienced as a kid growing up in the prairie. Winter can be nasty but beautiful, too. www.opgart.com/daron
* Melvin McGee is a graphic artist who paints busy worlds with capricious animals in vivid tones. Very humorous images. www.melvinmcgee.com
* Robin (mystery of a last name) creates whimsical animal sculptures. Very cool. www.whimsiesdesign.com.
NOTE TO ARTISTS: Please have a business card within easy reach of the opening of your booth. Include website and all contact information. Don’t be rude and growl, “I don’t ship” because you will scare away potential customers. The person asking may seek you at another show but will avoid an artist with a negative attitude. Obviously, the artists listed above all had cards and were friendly.
Sadly, I twisted my right ankle upon departing the park. I limped to the car and had to drive home. It is an old injury, which flares up at the most inopportune times. I iced the ankle but it continued to swell. I can’t afford to see a doctor about it right now. Disappointed not to visit the Loring Park Art Fair and the Uptown Art Fair. I was looking forward to the trifecta but alas…
Read reviews of the Highland Fest Art Fair on August 5th and the Art-A-Whirl Artcrawl on June 23rd. We are blessed with so many talented people! Sorry it takes me a while to write the review but its been a busy month and I carefully consider who I want to recommend. I take lots of cards and narrow down the list to a few.
Create every day.
© 2011
As always, I have a few ideas for possible improvement. Signage is needed from the main thoroughfares to Powderhorn Park located in the Phillips Neighborhood in south Minneapolis. I used to work a few blocks from the park and am familiar with the area. I noticed many people driving around looking confused. It would be nice to have a promotional item highlighting the simultaneous art fairs and the easiest method to travel between them with lots of bike racks. A free trolley service or something similar to the State Fair transportation system would be a real bonus. I’d love to be able to park one place and visit the locations easily. Otherwise, some people may get lost on the regular MTC bus routes. The Information Booth signs need to be larger and more obvious, they were not distinguishable to distribute the printed information guides, which were very nicely written.
Demonstrations in the Community Area of the fair were terrific. Christian & Michelle Davies wool spinning was nice to watch, too www.cmacres.com. Some nonprofit groups were involved in displaying the creations of their clients or cooperative group, which was wonderful. Surprised that Heart of the Beast Puppet Theatre or a May Day Parade group was not present, it would have added a nice performance element. I could not locate the “Tea House” to hear the entertainment. There were no signs or schedule posted. Great to have food vendors scattered throughout the grounds. Could use more wastepaper and recycling baskets. Perhaps partner with the Living Green Expo for a waste-free event and feature artists who practice waste-free processes. Fabulous to have free water available, I always bring my own aluminum water bottle to fill.
Several artists had unique creations, please visit these selected artist’s websites or give them a call. Let them know you saw them on this blog.
Best of Show:
* Tom Ashworth specializes in humorous black walnut characters from an alternate universe. The sculptures have a surprising mix of attachments ranging from medallions to pool balls. Awesomely creative, a WOW! Best of Show! 651-636-1060
Awards of Merit:
* Andrew Johnson makes quirky tableaus that look like small paintings until you notice that the various stitches appear like paint strokes. www.thestitchmaestro.com
* Linda Day’s clay makes you smile. Interesting interpretations of cups, teapots, clocks, and other objects with silly illustrations. www.lindadayclay.com
* Jackson Mwaura is a skilled soapstone sculptor. He makes the common human forms, funny animals and a profoundly cute painted hippo. www.jartsproducts.com
* Jeff & Darlene Dawald make fine art jewelry with personality. Gorgeous silver smithing, animals, and shapes with fun designs. Energy exudes from their metal. jdawald@charter.net
* Kevin Kluever has a soothing zen-like approach to landscapes. The light is warm and the scenes are charming. Breathe deep and relax… www.kevinwkluever.com
* Demetra Saloutos offers a wide selection. She welds funky vine trellis and bird watering bowls with a labyrinth. Free cat hair with purchase (good humor). 608-873-1842
* Daron W. Krueger takes magnificent photos. My favorite is a tree located at the summit of a low hill in farm-land (a few miles from his home in North Dakota). He chronicles the tree through the seasons and I adore it when the pale winter sky blends with the snow-covered land to erase the horizon line. Something I experienced as a kid growing up in the prairie. Winter can be nasty but beautiful, too. www.opgart.com/daron
* Melvin McGee is a graphic artist who paints busy worlds with capricious animals in vivid tones. Very humorous images. www.melvinmcgee.com
* Robin (mystery of a last name) creates whimsical animal sculptures. Very cool. www.whimsiesdesign.com.
NOTE TO ARTISTS: Please have a business card within easy reach of the opening of your booth. Include website and all contact information. Don’t be rude and growl, “I don’t ship” because you will scare away potential customers. The person asking may seek you at another show but will avoid an artist with a negative attitude. Obviously, the artists listed above all had cards and were friendly.
Sadly, I twisted my right ankle upon departing the park. I limped to the car and had to drive home. It is an old injury, which flares up at the most inopportune times. I iced the ankle but it continued to swell. I can’t afford to see a doctor about it right now. Disappointed not to visit the Loring Park Art Fair and the Uptown Art Fair. I was looking forward to the trifecta but alas…
Read reviews of the Highland Fest Art Fair on August 5th and the Art-A-Whirl Artcrawl on June 23rd. We are blessed with so many talented people! Sorry it takes me a while to write the review but its been a busy month and I carefully consider who I want to recommend. I take lots of cards and narrow down the list to a few.
Create every day.
© 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
AFFAIR WITH THE FAIR
The Minnesota State Fair, that is. I have been attending since I was eight years old. My first trip was with my older sibling and her fiancé. I had grown up at the local county fair because our parents had an arts & crafts booth starting when I was two years old. We sold our crafts at small fairs throughout Minnesota and lots of fall/holiday craft shows. I was accustomed to a fair but the size of the state fair was amazing to me. In one day my eyes were opened and my feet covered with blisters. www.mnstatefair.org
4-H brought me to the fair for about a dozen years. I earned several annual trips via an exhibit from the county fair. I enjoyed meeting kids from around the state. Judging was a bit frightening but I always earned a blue and sometimes a purple ribbon. Three days to run around the fair, very fun indeed. When I turned 16 I joined the Minnesota State Arts-In program. We would meet for a week in early August to prepare the shows. During the 1980s we had a traveling troupe “roving players”, performance in the building “Harkness Stage Players”, and kids crafts with “Art In The Park” in the Machinery Hill Park across from the 4-H Building. That was when farm equipment actually filled the north end of the fairgrounds. Artsies would arrive the day before the fair began and stay the first nine days.
Absolutely exhausting and absolutely worth missing a couple days of school. Thankfully, my teachers never hassled me since I would let them know about my absence in advance. Arts-In probably saved my life because I lived in a small community and was labeled as the “odd duck” due to my unique personality. At Arts-In I was accepted and met kids who were weirder than me. Isolation makes for self-destruction but I made lifelong friends and it raised my self-confidence considerably. Plus, if you can endure more than a week at the State Fair, life’s other troubles are more manageable. View www1.extension.umn.edu/youth/mn4-H/events/arts-in.html and donate to sponsor a 4-Her’s involvement!
When I entered college I served as a 4-H Exhibit Assistant. We would work on preparations for a week after the Arts-In group departed. We would return the Monday before the State Fair began to register exhibits delivered by the County Extension Agents. I was assigned specific project areas and had to cleverly display the myriad varied exhibits. Every delivery was a surprise. One year I was stymied by a sculpture made of barbed wire. Quite hazardous to fairgoers who wander aimlessly and don’t watch for dangers. I pushed it up against the wall and surrounded it with layers of plants. I had to guard the “stroller zone” where kids in strollers lean out to touch anything that they can. I breathed a sigh of relief that no one was injured and no clothing torn by the exhibit. The artist was disappointed that I wasn’t able to put it out on the floor but understood why I had to mitigate harm. Strenuous work and by day nine I was pooped. I was glad when Livestock Weekend began because our workload with exhibits lightened to almost nothing. That was back when livestock ended the fair, now it starts it because the University of Minnesota needs their dorm space for returning students before Labor Day.
I judged 4-H at the fair for several years. I felt honored to lead the discussions. Most of the 4-H’ers were outstanding and their talent awed me. Sometimes a slacker would somehow win a trip to the fair, they would earn only a red or white ribbon. Blue means that the 4-H’er did a really good job at explaining their project but the exhibit did not have to be perfect. Learning from mistakes is quite valuable, too. I haven’t judged for a few years but hope to return at some time.
Volunteering at the fair is perfect. The group that I volunteer with gives me a free entry ticket. Friends who reside a few blocks from an entry gate permit me park for free in their back yard. I help out for 4 hours or so and walk around the fair the rest of the time. I prioritize my journey to visit the best buildings first and make time to enjoy the entertainment. I never miss the 4-H Arts-In show, which is still going strong after almost 40 years. Now kids and grandkids of the original Arts-In group perform. Long Live Artsies!
I volunteer about 4 times during each fair and prefer weekday mornings because the weekends are too crowded. I get a touch of agoraphobia when I see a mass of people filling a street. I have to avert my eyes and look down or I start having a panic attack. I print my name and address on stickers so that I don’t waste time filling out forms for drawings. Never include a phone number or email address and add a line on the bottom “No mailing list, please.”
People watching at the fair is superb. You never know who or what will walk by. Just sit on a bench and chuckle. I always seem to bump into people that I know. Due to my lack of luxury money, I have a budget for each journey. I permit myself to purchase one or two consumables but only if I would not be able to buy them elsewhere, like Sweet Martha’s Cookies or Tom Thumb Donuts. I take note of other items that I would like to procure and check them out after the fair. I have no desire to buy XYZ and tote it around with me all day. I don’t pick up much literature for the same reason.
I am perplexed by some of the fairgoers. Why wear flip-flops or high heels to walk on cement and asphalt? Are they seeking blisters, pain and possibly a sprained ankle? Inappropriate clothing is also an oddity. Do they plan to find a lover by wearing short-shorts, revealing ripped clothing, breasts hanging out, or men with super tight pants and no shirt? I feel repulsed. Public display of affection can be nauseating. Hug, hand holding, sitting near each other, and brief kisses are okay but groping and grinding should be reserved for private. I’m sure lots of babies have been conceived on the fairgrounds, especially when the farm equipment provided myriad hiding places. I just don’t want to see it.
See ya at the fair!
© 2011
4-H brought me to the fair for about a dozen years. I earned several annual trips via an exhibit from the county fair. I enjoyed meeting kids from around the state. Judging was a bit frightening but I always earned a blue and sometimes a purple ribbon. Three days to run around the fair, very fun indeed. When I turned 16 I joined the Minnesota State Arts-In program. We would meet for a week in early August to prepare the shows. During the 1980s we had a traveling troupe “roving players”, performance in the building “Harkness Stage Players”, and kids crafts with “Art In The Park” in the Machinery Hill Park across from the 4-H Building. That was when farm equipment actually filled the north end of the fairgrounds. Artsies would arrive the day before the fair began and stay the first nine days.
Absolutely exhausting and absolutely worth missing a couple days of school. Thankfully, my teachers never hassled me since I would let them know about my absence in advance. Arts-In probably saved my life because I lived in a small community and was labeled as the “odd duck” due to my unique personality. At Arts-In I was accepted and met kids who were weirder than me. Isolation makes for self-destruction but I made lifelong friends and it raised my self-confidence considerably. Plus, if you can endure more than a week at the State Fair, life’s other troubles are more manageable. View www1.extension.umn.edu/youth/mn4-H/events/arts-in.html and donate to sponsor a 4-Her’s involvement!
When I entered college I served as a 4-H Exhibit Assistant. We would work on preparations for a week after the Arts-In group departed. We would return the Monday before the State Fair began to register exhibits delivered by the County Extension Agents. I was assigned specific project areas and had to cleverly display the myriad varied exhibits. Every delivery was a surprise. One year I was stymied by a sculpture made of barbed wire. Quite hazardous to fairgoers who wander aimlessly and don’t watch for dangers. I pushed it up against the wall and surrounded it with layers of plants. I had to guard the “stroller zone” where kids in strollers lean out to touch anything that they can. I breathed a sigh of relief that no one was injured and no clothing torn by the exhibit. The artist was disappointed that I wasn’t able to put it out on the floor but understood why I had to mitigate harm. Strenuous work and by day nine I was pooped. I was glad when Livestock Weekend began because our workload with exhibits lightened to almost nothing. That was back when livestock ended the fair, now it starts it because the University of Minnesota needs their dorm space for returning students before Labor Day.
I judged 4-H at the fair for several years. I felt honored to lead the discussions. Most of the 4-H’ers were outstanding and their talent awed me. Sometimes a slacker would somehow win a trip to the fair, they would earn only a red or white ribbon. Blue means that the 4-H’er did a really good job at explaining their project but the exhibit did not have to be perfect. Learning from mistakes is quite valuable, too. I haven’t judged for a few years but hope to return at some time.
Volunteering at the fair is perfect. The group that I volunteer with gives me a free entry ticket. Friends who reside a few blocks from an entry gate permit me park for free in their back yard. I help out for 4 hours or so and walk around the fair the rest of the time. I prioritize my journey to visit the best buildings first and make time to enjoy the entertainment. I never miss the 4-H Arts-In show, which is still going strong after almost 40 years. Now kids and grandkids of the original Arts-In group perform. Long Live Artsies!
I volunteer about 4 times during each fair and prefer weekday mornings because the weekends are too crowded. I get a touch of agoraphobia when I see a mass of people filling a street. I have to avert my eyes and look down or I start having a panic attack. I print my name and address on stickers so that I don’t waste time filling out forms for drawings. Never include a phone number or email address and add a line on the bottom “No mailing list, please.”
People watching at the fair is superb. You never know who or what will walk by. Just sit on a bench and chuckle. I always seem to bump into people that I know. Due to my lack of luxury money, I have a budget for each journey. I permit myself to purchase one or two consumables but only if I would not be able to buy them elsewhere, like Sweet Martha’s Cookies or Tom Thumb Donuts. I take note of other items that I would like to procure and check them out after the fair. I have no desire to buy XYZ and tote it around with me all day. I don’t pick up much literature for the same reason.
I am perplexed by some of the fairgoers. Why wear flip-flops or high heels to walk on cement and asphalt? Are they seeking blisters, pain and possibly a sprained ankle? Inappropriate clothing is also an oddity. Do they plan to find a lover by wearing short-shorts, revealing ripped clothing, breasts hanging out, or men with super tight pants and no shirt? I feel repulsed. Public display of affection can be nauseating. Hug, hand holding, sitting near each other, and brief kisses are okay but groping and grinding should be reserved for private. I’m sure lots of babies have been conceived on the fairgrounds, especially when the farm equipment provided myriad hiding places. I just don’t want to see it.
See ya at the fair!
© 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
BOOKWORM REVIEW ISSUE VII
Peruse previous reviews posted on July 12th, June 6th, May 9th, April 10th, February 17th, 2011 and September 14th, 2010. Please join the followers of this blog, link on Facebook and Twitter. I welcome suggestions of books to read which are available in the library system (MELSA in the Twin Cities, MN area). Alas, I do not have the budget to purchase at this time.
Plainsong by Kent Haruf Four and a half worms
Wow, captivated by the simple complexity of the story. The boys’ attackers would have been prosecuted, though. Author doesn’t quite articulate the thoughts of the female characters. I’d love to read more about the McPherons; they remind me of some bachelor farmers that I knew as a kid.
Black Mamba Boy by Natifa Mohamed Four worms
Yeah, a book with a map! Much easier to follow the story by knowing where the character is located during his travels. Gritty tale of a young boy’s struggle to grow up during war and its aftermath. Good examination of the character’s inner journey however the final chapter should have been fleshed out a bit more. Perhaps the story will be continued in another book… England?
Little Indiscretions by Carmen Posadas Three and a half worms
Profoundly clever with a creepy romantic storyline. Lots of humor. The mystery gets confusing at times, perhaps due to the translation. I wish that I knew more about Spanish culture because I’m certain that there are many more layers to the story. Could be a movie (please, no Hollywood actors…).
The Cat Who Went to Paris by Peter Gethers Two worms
Cute photo of the main character on the dust jacket. Spoiled the story in the first chapter. Some delightful tales but it is mostly boring. He is absolutely gaga for the feline. It would be compelling to learn how he dealt with the loss of such a beloved animal.
Cat’s Eyewitness by Rita Mae Brown & Sweetie Pie Brown Two worms
Odd to have cats and dogs use human sentence structure but interesting to speculate what they are thinking. At least the female lead sounds like an average middle-aged person. Rather obvious mystery. Too much religious content and didn’t need the romance angle.
I pine for female mystery writers who don’t rely upon romance as a tool. Some of the characters should be average sized. Too many are skinny and pretty. I’d relate better to a 40-year-old sleuth with wrinkles, aches and pains. Praise to Rita Mae Brown for penning a realistic female main character.
Let me know your suggestions!
© 2011
Plainsong by Kent Haruf Four and a half worms
Wow, captivated by the simple complexity of the story. The boys’ attackers would have been prosecuted, though. Author doesn’t quite articulate the thoughts of the female characters. I’d love to read more about the McPherons; they remind me of some bachelor farmers that I knew as a kid.
Black Mamba Boy by Natifa Mohamed Four worms
Yeah, a book with a map! Much easier to follow the story by knowing where the character is located during his travels. Gritty tale of a young boy’s struggle to grow up during war and its aftermath. Good examination of the character’s inner journey however the final chapter should have been fleshed out a bit more. Perhaps the story will be continued in another book… England?
Little Indiscretions by Carmen Posadas Three and a half worms
Profoundly clever with a creepy romantic storyline. Lots of humor. The mystery gets confusing at times, perhaps due to the translation. I wish that I knew more about Spanish culture because I’m certain that there are many more layers to the story. Could be a movie (please, no Hollywood actors…).
The Cat Who Went to Paris by Peter Gethers Two worms
Cute photo of the main character on the dust jacket. Spoiled the story in the first chapter. Some delightful tales but it is mostly boring. He is absolutely gaga for the feline. It would be compelling to learn how he dealt with the loss of such a beloved animal.
Cat’s Eyewitness by Rita Mae Brown & Sweetie Pie Brown Two worms
Odd to have cats and dogs use human sentence structure but interesting to speculate what they are thinking. At least the female lead sounds like an average middle-aged person. Rather obvious mystery. Too much religious content and didn’t need the romance angle.
I pine for female mystery writers who don’t rely upon romance as a tool. Some of the characters should be average sized. Too many are skinny and pretty. I’d relate better to a 40-year-old sleuth with wrinkles, aches and pains. Praise to Rita Mae Brown for penning a realistic female main character.
Let me know your suggestions!
© 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
DON’T CALL ME GIRL
Different is good, strength in variety. No human is superior. Period. End of Discussion.
Domination due to gender, ethnicity, age, size, physical ability or genetic trait is hooey. Domination due to religion, class, county of origin, socio-economics or any other reason is stupid. No god(s) of any gender, religious or social leaders can say that one human is better than another. We are all unique. Unique is good. If we were the same, life would be boring. Let’s examine gender, first. The past is the past, I won’t rant about the systematic trampling of women’s rights for thousands of years.
Polygamy is usually one male and multiple women and still occurs today, even in America. That is oppression when it occurs in advanced* societies. It means that the one male is more important than the females. What a bunch of crap. Some sex-addicted man decided to justify his libido by stating that “God” had ordained that multiple wives were acceptable or that he is powerful as a leader and can be greedy. What a lie. If women were allowed to have multiple husbands, then perhaps I wouldn’t be so irritated. It’s about equity and basic human rights. If one male can have multiple spouses, so should I. Just because a male has gonads, does not make him superior to me. Females are not chattel (domesticated animal).
Genital mutilation is reprehensible. Castrating females is horrific. Many girls die after the procedure. It does not promote virginity; they are physically scarred and will not be able to enjoy sex. Many mutilated women die in childbirth. Male circumcision should only be done for medical purposes. During the Briss of my friend’s son, the Rabbi only pricked the foreskin with a pin for a drop of blood instead of removing it. Much more humane because babies feel pain.
Our genitalia exist for a reason, don’t mess with it unless there is a medical need or gender reassignment. Yes, some people are born in the wrong body. I know a several transgender and intrasex people and they are much happier after gradual transition and surgery.
I am shocked by the sexism that still occurs in music videos and popular culture, like reality tv. The females are nearly naked and usually in submissive postures. What is most appalling is when female singers or groups do it to themselves. Dancing With The Stars and So You Think You Can Dance television shows regularly feature nearly naked women dancing with fully clothed men. I would not be bothered by the nearly naked women if the men are nearly naked too. I don’t give a crap if it’s the “standard for ballroom dancing” modernity is about equity. Let the women lead half the time, why must they always follow? This is the 21st Century of measured time, right??? I am repulsed that NBC will be airing a show about Playboy Bunnies this fall, how degrading!
Calling a mature woman “girl” is humiliating. My girlhood ended when puberty started. I became a “young lady” when my period began at the age of nine. I was a “young woman” during my teen years but I became a full-blown woman when I moved out of my parent’s home at the age of eighteen. Don’t ever refer to me as a girl. I don’t like the title “Miss” either. “Ms.” is more appropriate because marital status should not matter. I will never change my last name to my hubby’s because I am not his property. I’ll hyphen if he hyphens. I would be open to combining the letters of our names or creating a unique last name.
Equity matters,
Ms. Musing
NOTE: * = advanced society means that it is industrialized or exposed to “modernity.” I am not commenting on traditional societies where only the community leader is permitted several wives, that is a different situation.
© 2011
Domination due to gender, ethnicity, age, size, physical ability or genetic trait is hooey. Domination due to religion, class, county of origin, socio-economics or any other reason is stupid. No god(s) of any gender, religious or social leaders can say that one human is better than another. We are all unique. Unique is good. If we were the same, life would be boring. Let’s examine gender, first. The past is the past, I won’t rant about the systematic trampling of women’s rights for thousands of years.
Polygamy is usually one male and multiple women and still occurs today, even in America. That is oppression when it occurs in advanced* societies. It means that the one male is more important than the females. What a bunch of crap. Some sex-addicted man decided to justify his libido by stating that “God” had ordained that multiple wives were acceptable or that he is powerful as a leader and can be greedy. What a lie. If women were allowed to have multiple husbands, then perhaps I wouldn’t be so irritated. It’s about equity and basic human rights. If one male can have multiple spouses, so should I. Just because a male has gonads, does not make him superior to me. Females are not chattel (domesticated animal).
Genital mutilation is reprehensible. Castrating females is horrific. Many girls die after the procedure. It does not promote virginity; they are physically scarred and will not be able to enjoy sex. Many mutilated women die in childbirth. Male circumcision should only be done for medical purposes. During the Briss of my friend’s son, the Rabbi only pricked the foreskin with a pin for a drop of blood instead of removing it. Much more humane because babies feel pain.
Our genitalia exist for a reason, don’t mess with it unless there is a medical need or gender reassignment. Yes, some people are born in the wrong body. I know a several transgender and intrasex people and they are much happier after gradual transition and surgery.
I am shocked by the sexism that still occurs in music videos and popular culture, like reality tv. The females are nearly naked and usually in submissive postures. What is most appalling is when female singers or groups do it to themselves. Dancing With The Stars and So You Think You Can Dance television shows regularly feature nearly naked women dancing with fully clothed men. I would not be bothered by the nearly naked women if the men are nearly naked too. I don’t give a crap if it’s the “standard for ballroom dancing” modernity is about equity. Let the women lead half the time, why must they always follow? This is the 21st Century of measured time, right??? I am repulsed that NBC will be airing a show about Playboy Bunnies this fall, how degrading!
Calling a mature woman “girl” is humiliating. My girlhood ended when puberty started. I became a “young lady” when my period began at the age of nine. I was a “young woman” during my teen years but I became a full-blown woman when I moved out of my parent’s home at the age of eighteen. Don’t ever refer to me as a girl. I don’t like the title “Miss” either. “Ms.” is more appropriate because marital status should not matter. I will never change my last name to my hubby’s because I am not his property. I’ll hyphen if he hyphens. I would be open to combining the letters of our names or creating a unique last name.
Equity matters,
Ms. Musing
NOTE: * = advanced society means that it is industrialized or exposed to “modernity.” I am not commenting on traditional societies where only the community leader is permitted several wives, that is a different situation.
© 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
THE ITCH THAT CAN’T BE SCRATCHED
Scratching an internal itch is impossible. You cannot physically reach in and satisfy the horrid feeling. Yes, I am speaking of vaginal yeast infection. Gasp. It is much worse than any epidural skin itch. I was plagued with frequent infections during college, probably due to stress. Yeast is naturally occurring and generally does not pose a problem. However, the results are painful when it grows out of balance. It is always best to check with your physician before using an alternative healing method. I am writing about what works for me, it may not work for you.
Back in days of yon, a woman would have to visit the doctor, endure an uncomfortable procedure to obtain a sample from the vaginal wall, and wait for the results to show that yeast was present. You’d then have to procure a prescription and get it filled at the pharmacy. This process could take several days and the agony grew as the yeast organisms multiplied. Thankfully, the previously prescribed salve is now available Over The Counter but it is rather expensive. The next time you get the itch, buy the OTC treatment, use it, and keep the plastic applicator (it resembles the tube used to insert tampons). Wash the applicator and store it someplace. Inevitably you shall need it again.
Yogurt is good to eat but it might thwart a nasty yeast infection, in my opinion. A doctor informed me of this “folk remedy” because I was at the clinic so often during my 20s. This will sound gross but it works for me. Use plain yogurt, not greek-style, no flavors and especially no added fruit. Wash your hands. Fill the applicator with the plain yogurt (about two tablespoons) and inject the contents into your vaginal cavity. It works best when lying down and relaxing the muscles. Remove the applicator and wash it and your hands. Reapply every four hours, as needed. Healing depends upon how long it takes for the friendly microbes in the yogurt to eat the yeast. The yogurt is a bit cool from the refrigerator but it won’t cause harm internally.
Place a pad (sanitary napkin) on your underwear. A tampon will not work and would actually destroy the yogurt. A bit of the extra whey (clear fluid) from the yogurt and milk solids will accumulate on the pad. It is better there than leaking through your undies. Don’t change out the pad more than twice per day, otherwise it will dry out the yogurt and make it useless. Some of the solids will wash off when you urinate so don’t be surprised when pee looks milky. Yes, you will slightly smell of yogurt but it is better than itching. Even if I’m not itching during the evening I apply yogurt before bedtime so I don’t wake up wanting to scream. Another alternative is diluted vinegar, but I personally prefer yogurt.
Perhaps it’s due to the stress of unemployment but I have experienced several infections during the past year. Sometimes it only takes a couple applications for the yogurt treatment to work, but it may take two or three days. I eat the leftover yogurt with fruit. If I had a beau, he might find the yogurt flavor appealing…
Remember to always consult your physician, Medical Doctor, or clinic personnel before trying an alternative healing method. This blog does not constitute medical advice. I am not a medical doctor or medical professional. I am just writing about what works for me. You are responsible for your own actions.
Avoiding the itch.
© 2011
Back in days of yon, a woman would have to visit the doctor, endure an uncomfortable procedure to obtain a sample from the vaginal wall, and wait for the results to show that yeast was present. You’d then have to procure a prescription and get it filled at the pharmacy. This process could take several days and the agony grew as the yeast organisms multiplied. Thankfully, the previously prescribed salve is now available Over The Counter but it is rather expensive. The next time you get the itch, buy the OTC treatment, use it, and keep the plastic applicator (it resembles the tube used to insert tampons). Wash the applicator and store it someplace. Inevitably you shall need it again.
Yogurt is good to eat but it might thwart a nasty yeast infection, in my opinion. A doctor informed me of this “folk remedy” because I was at the clinic so often during my 20s. This will sound gross but it works for me. Use plain yogurt, not greek-style, no flavors and especially no added fruit. Wash your hands. Fill the applicator with the plain yogurt (about two tablespoons) and inject the contents into your vaginal cavity. It works best when lying down and relaxing the muscles. Remove the applicator and wash it and your hands. Reapply every four hours, as needed. Healing depends upon how long it takes for the friendly microbes in the yogurt to eat the yeast. The yogurt is a bit cool from the refrigerator but it won’t cause harm internally.
Place a pad (sanitary napkin) on your underwear. A tampon will not work and would actually destroy the yogurt. A bit of the extra whey (clear fluid) from the yogurt and milk solids will accumulate on the pad. It is better there than leaking through your undies. Don’t change out the pad more than twice per day, otherwise it will dry out the yogurt and make it useless. Some of the solids will wash off when you urinate so don’t be surprised when pee looks milky. Yes, you will slightly smell of yogurt but it is better than itching. Even if I’m not itching during the evening I apply yogurt before bedtime so I don’t wake up wanting to scream. Another alternative is diluted vinegar, but I personally prefer yogurt.
Perhaps it’s due to the stress of unemployment but I have experienced several infections during the past year. Sometimes it only takes a couple applications for the yogurt treatment to work, but it may take two or three days. I eat the leftover yogurt with fruit. If I had a beau, he might find the yogurt flavor appealing…
Remember to always consult your physician, Medical Doctor, or clinic personnel before trying an alternative healing method. This blog does not constitute medical advice. I am not a medical doctor or medical professional. I am just writing about what works for me. You are responsible for your own actions.
Avoiding the itch.
© 2011
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